BECAUSE UNDER TWENTIES DON'T TWEET SO MUCH

Stop to talk about the “20 words generation” in a bad way:
you couldn’t blame us if wewrite about a change of
course or, at least, we bear witness to a deep desire.

We try to offer a counterpoint to the cliché about
adolescents with their digital technology, their abuse of social, with post ungrammatical, multitudes of hashtag, raped verbs and self-portraits of feet: It happens to lay eyes on a personal and
secret diary, decorated like a medieval codex, jealously guarded in the most intact of consumed Eastpack and handled with care and devotion.

We read the news of the extraordinary meeting bounced from whatsapp to “talk about the facts of Paris”: students, closed in the classroom, despite chemical querying and Latin
testing, they talk about war, religions, if a ground attack, targeted and with specific goals might mean fewer victims of an air strike, because in this way it carries away many innocents.

It may be that they are also suffering from the irreparably syndrome of “looking down”, as the acute Michele Serra explained, but it happens that when they raise head from your
smartphone and their fingers stop writhing in strange dances on the virtual keyboard, they can impress with the task of creative writing, so fresh, intense and well thought: they leave speechless
for the wonderful similarity between their view of the world and the reflex camera, delicate and sensitive, capable of everything: it captures and immortalizes looks that blend, soft shapes in
the early morning’s mist, shiny rails when the train arrives, a dandelion lashed by the wind.